Sometimes it's better to light a flamethrower than curse the darkness

Gary still isn't well -- his usual digestive troubles have gone beyond the usual day; it's been a few days and he still isn't eating a lot and he threw up what he did eat a couple times today. First just before 7 this morning, so my early alarm (labeled "Apparently you're a volunteer?" on my phone) was unnecessary as I was the person Gary wanted to keep him company, bless him. After he threw up again this evening we made a vet appointment for him, for Friday. I'm worried about him but not tons: he's still drinking water, he's peeing and pooping, he's running around remarkably well for someone who hasn't had his painkillers, he seems as alert as he ever is when he's sleepy. He's sleeping a lot but he's okay. And he ate a little bit (as much as we would give him) of canned salmon tonight (salmon is his favorite), the second time with his meds snuck in, and he hasn't sicked it up so far, so fingers crossed.

Except for Friday night, the day we got back from Center Parcs, he's still sleeping in my or mother_bones's room; it's my turn tonight and I'm glad; I'm worried about the little guy. I'm doing an okay job of managing my worry, but it's always gonna be tough to see him just not be his normal self.

In between dog-bodily-fluids incidents, I actually had a really busy day. I was up early to go to a meeting with Stagecoach -- my RNIB activism has come full circle! It was surprisingly good, surprising since I had such low expectations admittedly, but hey. It was also a lot of people in a room, and that's still weird and tiring for me. And I had to leave early (luckily, before the part that would be more like I was expecting and would've hated!) to get home for another RNIB volunteering thing: my usual covid disabled people's group. I had to miss that last month for work so it was nice to get back into the swing of things -- my other usual monthly online meeting was canceled for March and I think the lack of both of those actually contributed to how unsettled and Bad I have felt lately, silly as I feel saying that.

I got home four minutes before the meeting started so I really was full-on working from when I left the house at 9:30 until 4pm, almost a normal work day. And then I had to do a thing that was not technically difficult but was emotionally difficult. Well it was also technically difficult because I had to use the computer for it and my eyes had had Enough computer for today. But I correctly believed I'd feel better for getting that off my plate, so I'm glad I did it.

Then diffrentcolours and I went for a walk -- it would've been a bike ride but it was threatening rain and indeed rained on us before we got back. Walking is better when I'm out of spoons and it's also better for talking, it turns out: I could tell my road-nerd tech-nerd boyfriend all the stuff I thought he'd be interested in from the Stagecoach meeting (there was lots; maybe I'll manage to talk about the meeting more before I forget it all, but I won't manage it tonight) and he could scope out landmarks new to him and/or to Open Street Map as we walked around.

When we got home, cold and soggy, I was hungry and knew I had to sort out dinner before I sat down or it would never happen, so I threw burgers and sweet potato fries in the oven. These burgers are great: so easy and such a favorite in this house. I helped order some groceries online (necessary already partly because I completely forgot last time through being tired, so I was determined not to be too tired this time!) so it'll be a little easier to come up with meals for the next few days too.

Now it's almost 9pm but it feels so much later; I think Gary and I will be in bed soon!